Dark Wings|Athrug

[Devon]

Christian glanced at him and answered, " I started in Maelstrom and made sure they brushed up on their manners and how to properly go through with their duties. For each temple it really depends on where they are lacking. In Maelstrom they just didn't seem to care when the faithful came to visit and the temple was messy."

[Kender Bard]

"That is a shame," Black sighed. "Perhaps I could assist you in some capacity in this? I have a year before I must return to Morilanta."

[Devon]

"Hm, I could use a hand in this," Christian replied. "Why do you have to return in Morilanta in a year?"

[Kender Bard]

"I am merely on a sabbatical," Black explained. "After a year, I must go back in order to resume my duties there. You could call me a.. messenger of sorts I suppose." He smiled grimly, unwilling to say more.

[Devon]

Christian did not press on the subject anymore if Black wasn't going to say anymore on it. "Well enjoy your sabbatical. I doubt I'll be here often since I plan on getting to work with the temples right away."

[Kender Bard]

"I would be happy to accompany you," Black stated. "If you'll have me. As I said, I can be a good entertainer, and, given my problem with speaking, have perfected the art of melting away so you'll never know I'm there if you wish to forget me."

[Devon]

Christian considered this for a moment, then finally nodded his head. "all right. I could use the company. When can you have your things ready to go?"

[Kender Bard]

"Today," Black replied promptly. "I travel often and am very used to packing light. I am at your disposal at a time of your choosing."

[Devon]

"all right," Christian replied with a nod. "Go ahead and get your things then, I'll go get mine and we can head out of here. I think we'll be stopping in Ilyamen first." With out another word Christian left to his quarters to prepare a travel bag.